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Saturday, March 7, 2015

when I'm gonna be a grandma

So, there was the option of a dewy eyed sentimental post about becoming a grandmother. With pictures such as this

that would make my heart flutter with the idea of my baby having a baby.

But I decided to go with this instead. It was a coin flip. Tails won.

Dear newly pregnant Delia,

I'm still getting accustomed to the idea of being a grandmother. There are babies, children, teenagers, young adults, parents ...

grandparents.

I have mixed feelings about this.

In one corner I cannot wait to hold your baby just so I can give it back when it starts screaming or projects stinky formula across the room (you were too young to remember). But in the other corner, with the much larger more buffed opponent, I'm not very enthusiastic about becoming officially old. Because, as everyone knows, if you are a grandparent you are, officially, an old person.

So here is a list of a few things - some words of wisdom you should commit to memory and some demands, um, requests.

Bear with me.

Demands Requests:

I am in the process of creating a list of pleasantries for your child to call me. Nana is taken, so is Grandma (thanks be), which wouldn't be in the running anyway (refer back to the dirty word old) because it just sounds so ... OLD. Granna, which is absolutely adorable, is taken because apparently Tammy has put more thought into this than I have.

I like the following options. Please let me know which one you and Ruben like, although at my age I've earned the right to not select it.

And finally, simply put, never tell me I cannot say or give something to your child. It's a losing battle. Just ask Nana and Grandma. And soon to be Granna and Slim.

Now the advice, which has been earned the hard way, and is golden.

Turn up all the TV's, radios, and CD players in the house to full volume. Train your baby to sleep through anything. At first it may seem heavenly to have total quiet, but eventually nothing is worse than having to tip-toe during nap time, in fear that your angel will wake up the dreaded TOO EARLY.

Don't worry if you don't breast feed. Have no guilt my darlin'. To be honest, being the only one who can feed the baby is not all it's cracked up to be. But think carefully about this. You can always pump breast milk so Ruben can feed and bond with baby. You get to do this alone in a quiet room. Let's face it, no one wants to be in a room with a breast pumping hormonal mommy. And it could become your only down time. Think even more carefully, I did not breast feed. Refer back to my breasts in above cartoon.

Projectile spit-up cleans up easily with a magic eraser.

People who publish books about child rearing have probably broken their own rules often. Don't buy these books. Ask Granna or Slim.

Toys are nice. But nothing beats a good 'ole pot and spoon. Clean out at least one lower cabinet. Your baby will spend hours in there during which time you can pretend you are back in your newlywed days.

But don't ever sit down, because as soon as you do .... Never mind this one, I think I'll let you learn it the hard way.

Pacifiers are like crack to a baby. And you can find a dealer on every street corner, but you must buy up stock in the one your baby loves. He/she will want one in the mouth and one in each hand. And if the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, one stashed in the diaper. Take it from your daddy and me, finding a new one at three in the morning because just one has disappeared or baby has sucked a hole in a favorite is nearly impossible. Okay, it is completely impossible. The thumb is always an option, and according to the Jones' next door your child will need braces. So, go with the thumb. Trust me, go with the thumb.

Sleep is overrated. Sleep is overrated. Sleep is overrated. Say it often. You may begin to believe it. Or maybe not. But it doesn't hurt to try.

XOXO's are never optional.

And finally, and most importantly, cherish your tush the way it is now. Admire it often in the mirror. It will probably be a lot lower for the rest of your life.

3 comments:

CONGRATULATIONs....whatever your name is! Being a Grandma is GREAT! Babies are awesome! AND you can give them back! Congratulations to Delia and Ruben! I will be praying for Delia's health throughout this time ~ And on the pacifier/thumb debate ~ just a thought....when thumb sucking isn't cute anymore ~ you can't throw a thumb away, you can throw a pacie away~ Donna

Oh my! How exciting! Congrats on this new stage of life. I haven't come up with the perfect name I want to be called yet either. But I don't have to decide yet and your clock is ticking. :) Such fun ahead!

Congrats on becoming a grandma! It’s always a great feeling to be there when your baby’s little bundle of joy arrives, and seeing how she rise up to the challenge, as you have done so before. And I’m sure you’ll be there for both of them, whether they like it or not! Haha! Anyway, I hope that you enjoy each precious moments of being a grandmother. Thanks for sharing this, Marie!

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I am a wife and homeschooling mom, in love with it all. Twenty-three years ago I was a fresh out of college lost fool. Then I discovered what it means to be a child of the King. King Jesus entered my life and life began. Sometimes I wonder how I got here and then I remember - it's called blessings. I am wife to whom I'll refer to here as - He's Too Good To Me. Everyday he leaves, works hard, and lovingly allows me to stay home and homeschool our children. We have four, ages 2 to 20. Long ago I gave up a career as an interior designer and dreams of a fancy house and nice cars for a modest home, cars that run, and a lifestyle that bewilders some. Now I enter the world of blogging. This blog won't be educational, I can assure you. It will mostly be my ramblings, meant to bring a smile to your face, more often than not because you'll be grateful it's me and not you! I'll offer insight, otherwise known as my opinions. You'll discover a few "Shelby finds", or recipes. But the goal: I'm going to spread a little love - the King's kind.